A Light in the Flame (Flesh and Fire, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“It will prevent her from being taken against her will from wherever the charm was placed,”

Feels like foreshadowing...

“And the only way the charm can be nullified is if you give your permission.”

Oh no.. Definite foreshadowing

Become his weakness. Make him fall in love. End him. Not Nyktos. Kolis.

He slowly leaned forward. “Your safety is worth everything.”

Stay here, Seraphena.” I decided at that very moment, when he said my name like that, that I wanted to punch him. In the throat. Hard.

“Daddy Nyktos is not happy,” Ector murmured.

“If I’d known you were going to insult the gown that doesn’t even belong to me, I would’ve chosen to visit what’s left of the entombed gods instead.” Nyktos’s eyes flashed to me, narrowing. “I believe she’s saying she’d prefer their company over yours,” Nektas added helpfully.

There wasn’t enough common sense in the entire realm of Iliseeum for me to keep my mouth shut.

“I doubt you prefer the taste of eyes more than your steed, but refer to me as an accessory again, and it will be you who feeds on them.”

“Sera.” I thought I heard Nyktos whisper my name as I began to doze off. “You were never a ghost to me.”

“One day, I’m going to shadowstep my fist into your face,” I warned.

I wanted more. I wanted to be his wife. His partner. His Queen. I wanted to be Nyktos’s Consort.

Then the horses moved, lowering their shrouded heads as each bent one front leg. They and the riders bowed. “Huh,” Nektas murmured, his head cocked. “Haven’t seen that happen in a while.”

“I want to be your Consort, Nyktos.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, liessa.”

That is what Ash fears most.” His gaze found mine again. “Loving someone. Losing them. Then becoming something even worse than Kolis.”

Reaver expanded his wings, startling me. I leaned back as he stretched out his thin neck and lifted his head. Nyktos drew up short as a low rumble radiated from Reaver’s chest, and smoke wafted from his nostrils.

“It is not only the fucking embers that are important, Sera. You.” He inhaled sharply as I jolted. “You are important.

“Rise for the One who is born of Blood and Ash, the Light and the Fire, and the Brightest Moon,”

“Even if you had your kardia, Ash, there was no guarantee you’d love me—” “Yes, there is.” His eyes were wide and wild as he caught my wrists. “I would’ve loved you if I could have. There would’ve been no stopping me.”

My heart 😭😒

He would know, though, when the imprint vanished from his palm. He would know then.

😭😭😭